Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
I shook my head. "Nope," I confirmed.
"I don't want to let you go. Will you come home with me? We don’t have to do anything—I just want you with me. Always."
I didn't hesitate for even a moment.
"I don't want to let you go either. Yes, I'll go home with you."
4
Jake
Amber parked behind me in my driveway as the gate closed behind us. I hurried from my car to hers taking the flowers I’d given her earlier from her when she held them out to me. When she stood, I took her hand in mine as I walked her toward my house. She looked around as we made our way inside and kicked our shoes off, placing them in the basket I kept just by the door for that purpose. My sister had made a fanatic out of me about not tracking dirt into the house. I was never so happy to have the no shoes in the house policy as when I saw Amber’s sexy little feet before me.
"It's nice and quiet here," she murmured.
"This is why I bought the house. I love to sit in my yard at night and enjoy the silence while I stargaze."
My house was big for a bachelor, but I'd chosen not to live in a condo or a townhome because I liked my downtime to be relaxed. Another bonus was that my entire family lived within five miles. Since we hung out together a lot, that made things convenient.
"It doesn't look like a single guy lives here," Amber laughed as I walked her past the front family room.
I knew she was referring to the play kitchen, workbench, Lego table and toy box against the long wall.
"I swear I don't have a toy fetish," I joked. "I do, however, have quite a few nieces and nephews. I learned fast that not having plenty of things to keep them occupied when they come over was a terrible idea. I've got a swing set out back that rivals the ones found in most parks. The smartest money I ever spent. They love coming over, and I love having them here."
She smiled, the approval apparent in her expression. "Show me more."
I took her to the kitchen first so we could put her flowers in water until she left. After that I took her from room to room, saving my bedroom for last. When we got there, and I flipped on the light, I tried to see it through her eyes. My massive dark wood four-poster bed dominated one wall, with matching nightstands on either side. A massive dresser and mirror were against the opposing wall. The third wall had floor to ceiling curtains that were currently concealing a view of my backyard and the final wall had a small seating area beside a door that led to the master bath and closet. Amber grinned as she looked around the space.
“You’ve got a thing for navy,” she announced.
“Do I?” I asked.
Right then I had a thing for pink. Specifically the fuchsia in her hair, the blush on her cheeks, the cotton candy pink on her toes, and the perfect rosé color of her lips. In the interest of self-preservation I did my best not to think too much about the other set of pink lips I was dying to see, taste, and explore. I’d imagined them plenty the night before when I’d had to jerk off twice just to get to sleep. I was holding myself in check because she was a virgin and I didn’t want to do anything to push her. She’d told me she wanted to give that gift to me—I’d wait an eternity for her to decide the time was right. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t touch her—but it did mean I wasn’t taking her until she gave me the green light to go all the way there.
She pulled me from my thoughts when she responded to what I’d just said. “You do,” she said, gesturing to the navy bedspread as she did. “Your car is navy, your couches are navy and so are the towels in your kitchen. I’ve got a strong suspicion it’s your favorite color. Am I right?”
I nodded. “I never thought of it as being a favorite, but yeah. It’s my default color choice whenever I have to shop for shit.”
Her smile made the room infinitely warmer. Unable to resist her for another instant, I pulled her into my arms.
“You were too far away,” I murmured.
“I was,” she agreed.
I had to kiss her then—had to, like it had been pre-destined and if I didn’t follow through, the gods would be disappointed. She made a breathy little sound when I covered her lips with mine. Every kiss with Amber was like summiting on the world’s most enormous rollercoaster. She tasted like cinnamon pancakes and something indefinable that belonged to her alone. Like everything else about her, I was obsessed with it. She gave as good as she got, that was for damn sure. I cupped her tight little ass in my hands and pulled her against me tightly, then growled into her mouth when she rubbed herself against me. A little shudder rolled through her body as she pulled her lips away and gasped for air. It went on and on like that, both of us breathing hard as we devoured each other. I wanted to do everything with her but there was no fucking way I was pushing her to do anything she wasn’t ready for. She let me know when it was time to go further.